<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693028407785746410</id><updated>2011-07-30T08:50:30.917-07:00</updated><category term='October 2008'/><category term='Life or something like it'/><title type='text'>Woody's Round-Up</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Heidi Rose Woody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830318522955818374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SOlnaxm4RxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BRJ1A_RyeZQ/S220/DSCN0220.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693028407785746410.post-5387677110673824479</id><published>2010-05-26T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T11:35:06.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Joy of being Taylor's mommy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/S_1o-W2sxDI/AAAAAAAAAJI/OvVxgX006UY/s1600/Tay+Hospital+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475648142448575538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/S_1o-W2sxDI/AAAAAAAAAJI/OvVxgX006UY/s320/Tay+Hospital+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/S_1of9Ce7JI/AAAAAAAAAJA/eulrIuTf8z8/s1600/STA71575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475647620122602642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/S_1of9Ce7JI/AAAAAAAAAJA/eulrIuTf8z8/s320/STA71575.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/S_1oHtSWRLI/AAAAAAAAAI4/dmBXRMucuJg/s1600/STA71435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475647203577316530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/S_1oHtSWRLI/AAAAAAAAAI4/dmBXRMucuJg/s320/STA71435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/S_1n12WBaSI/AAAAAAAAAIw/iK1b-WxbaFs/s1600/feb-april15+2010+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/S_1nmt71S3I/AAAAAAAAAIo/4sMqWi1P7PM/s1600/feb-april15+2010+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475646636815633266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/S_1nmt71S3I/AAAAAAAAAIo/4sMqWi1P7PM/s320/feb-april15+2010+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tay&lt;/span&gt; Bug,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've had your mommy teared up many times these past few months because you're getting So big. I want to tell you that I never knew how much I could love someone till you came. There is never a dull moment, you truly have the BEST personality. Here are some things you are doing lately that make me a little insane and giggly at the same time... Bath time means you pull everything off the sides including very HEAVY shampoo bottles, which unavoidably hit your mom every day because I LOVE to be in there with you. Every day I stack the letters in the corner for you and you get so enthusiastic to get over there to pull them down into the tub. I love that you still come sit in my lap and relax just like when you were tiny. That is my favorite time of the day because I get to look at you eye to eye and see your sweet baby face, thank you for still doing that for me. Walking.... well put more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;accurately&lt;/span&gt;, your human walking machine, are daddy and my fingers. You grab them and take off, even before we have stood up. You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;steer&lt;/span&gt; us where you want to go and will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; NOT be led where you don't wish to go. Mostly you are headed to the front door to go outside. Once you get us there, you say "oh oh oh" to the door bell, where you grab my finger and repeatedly ring it with unfailing pleasure. You are so very smart. When it's time for your bottle you must be in my arms so you can help me push the buttons on the microwave and hear the sound of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt; warming be complete. Now FINALLY you hold your own bottle, it's the sweetest thing ever-- since I've held it for you for the past 11 months. But WHY do you have to look so cute because I really want to disappear the bottles on your birthday. Sorry Fuss, we'll have to see who wins this war:) Outside is where you would be all day if possible. The glow on your face is the most peaceful and simple expression you have, and I know it's because you are where you want to be. It's sheer baby delight. You love to fill up the rows in the garden and climb into each one to sit in the mud, you are just like your daddy. You also monkey crawl everywhere because you don't like the feeling of the grass on your knee's... dad and I think it's hysterical. You still fuss when I put you down for your naps, no matter how many songs I sing to you. BUT... you wake up telling stories and with a SOAKING wet blanket...which you suck all night and nap long. I suppose you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; used a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;binky&lt;/span&gt;??? However watching you crawl into your room and pull your blanket through your crib to suck it is far more memorable and unique. You are a bit of a grumpy eater, unless it's Cafe Rio.... you're just like mommy:) I do get frustrated feeding you but I love when you feed yourself with a fork. You are too smart and wise beyond your years. Lately you are a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;momma's&lt;/span&gt; boy which I LOVE. You follow me everywhere and want me to hold you constantly. You crawl extremely fast towards me and stop midway to put your arms in the air and wave them until I get you. Dad and I love to hear you tell stories right now, you do it all day and it's the best music I've ever heard. I will be sad when it ends, but I know you'll be pleased to tell me what you're thinking.... not that your EXPRESSIONS don't do the job. You lower your eye brows when you are displeased, see a stranger, or are startled. You lower your lip out FAR when I tell you No or you get into trouble. And you cuss when you are pushed past your limits.... it's really funny but you do get into trouble for this:( I love to be your mom, you are the sweetest little boy and every day I'm so thankful that you are healthy and at home with me. This has been a long hard year for our family, but really the best year of our lives. You'll always be my baby and PS--- you can never get married, I'm sorry I already can't handle the thought of it:) Love, Your Mommy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693028407785746410-5387677110673824479?l=jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/feeds/5387677110673824479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693028407785746410&amp;postID=5387677110673824479' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/5387677110673824479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/5387677110673824479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/2010/05/ode-to-joy-of-being-taylors-mommy.html' title='Ode to Joy of being Taylor&apos;s mommy...'/><author><name>Heidi Rose Woody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830318522955818374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SOlnaxm4RxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BRJ1A_RyeZQ/S220/DSCN0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/S_1o-W2sxDI/AAAAAAAAAJI/OvVxgX006UY/s72-c/Tay+Hospital+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693028407785746410.post-9074085297941217375</id><published>2009-10-31T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T12:28:41.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FALLING....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/Su0EMra-AYI/AAAAAAAAAIg/pU9qzHQmbTA/s1600-h/Tay+Hospital+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398976144147874178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/Su0EMra-AYI/AAAAAAAAAIg/pU9qzHQmbTA/s320/Tay+Hospital+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Missing the tiny taybug, but not where this picture was taken.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/Su0DrCiRMkI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ohm9T70Ev7o/s1600-h/Tay+3+month+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398975566236955202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/Su0DrCiRMkI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ohm9T70Ev7o/s320/Tay+3+month+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If I grump at you like a puppy will you stop taking my pictures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/Su0DfAk1WgI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/vFmJvXbO7_Q/s1600-h/Tay+3+month+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398975359552412162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/Su0DfAk1WgI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/vFmJvXbO7_Q/s320/Tay+3+month+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the 300th kiss she's given me this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/Su0DOTr4HLI/AAAAAAAAAII/IVix91M4a5U/s1600-h/Tay+3+month+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398975072624450738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/Su0DOTr4HLI/AAAAAAAAAII/IVix91M4a5U/s320/Tay+3+month+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too cute for my shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/Su0DB9hOaRI/AAAAAAAAAIA/q_Qmfn4v8fs/s1600-h/Tay+3+month+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398974860515764498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/Su0DB9hOaRI/AAAAAAAAAIA/q_Qmfn4v8fs/s320/Tay+3+month+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Granni's shoulder is the best, I love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Fuss family has been "falling" and has forgotten the bloging! We have visited Granna and Grandpa, dressed as a puppy for Granni's party, sat in a pumpkin, and snorted with the piggies at schnepf farms. Mommy fuss really needs to learn how to get the pictures off her video camera:) It's on the to-do list this week along with ordering Taybug's entire life of pictures.... and YES I do have to make lists each week. SOMEHOW this keeps me sane and something to look forward to or DRED. Daddy fuss has been wonderful, as always, but especially when the Fuss was extra fussy this week.... I left for an hour to relax and came home to a bubble bath ready for me. So sweet.... minus the bubbles--- which weren't the liquid kind HUBBY:) Sorry to embarass you. Here are some pictures, none of which pertain to this post, but will hold be accountable to posting them.... soon....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693028407785746410-9074085297941217375?l=jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/feeds/9074085297941217375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693028407785746410&amp;postID=9074085297941217375' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/9074085297941217375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/9074085297941217375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/2009/10/falling.html' title='FALLING....'/><author><name>Heidi Rose Woody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830318522955818374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SOlnaxm4RxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BRJ1A_RyeZQ/S220/DSCN0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/Su0EMra-AYI/AAAAAAAAAIg/pU9qzHQmbTA/s72-c/Tay+Hospital+067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693028407785746410.post-3353048694610127624</id><published>2009-09-11T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T08:13:33.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 months and CHARMING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/Sqpo0yHEs_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/aE9L1BRzvmM/s1600-h/5x7__9-10-09_fo_schizzle,_bow_tie_blankie_and_j_clothes-2-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380227960861406194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/Sqpo0yHEs_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/aE9L1BRzvmM/s320/5x7__9-10-09_fo_schizzle,_bow_tie_blankie_and_j_clothes-2-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/Sqpowe1KXCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Kb8uhsEMYGs/s1600-h/5x7__9-10-09_fo_schizzle,_bow_tie_blankie_and_j_clothes-2-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380227886966529058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/Sqpowe1KXCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Kb8uhsEMYGs/s320/5x7__9-10-09_fo_schizzle,_bow_tie_blankie_and_j_clothes-2-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SqposG9eJHI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Ba1kEDPr5L0/s1600-h/5x7__9-10-09_fo_schizzle,_bow_tie_blankie_and_j_clothes-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380227811839452274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SqposG9eJHI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Ba1kEDPr5L0/s320/5x7__9-10-09_fo_schizzle,_bow_tie_blankie_and_j_clothes-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SqponlikcAI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5vQJK2ejFzo/s1600-h/5x7_9-10-09_tay_and_mom-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380227734148771842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SqponlikcAI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5vQJK2ejFzo/s320/5x7_9-10-09_tay_and_mom-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/Sqpojrn3DfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/qD7Ok5mVVDM/s1600-h/5x7_9-10-09_hippo_and_puppy-43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380227667062099442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/Sqpojrn3DfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/qD7Ok5mVVDM/s320/5x7_9-10-09_hippo_and_puppy-43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SqpoeuB_GlI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ZQOCef_Q32c/s1600-h/5x7_9-10-09_hippo_and_puppy-35-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380227581809203794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SqpoeuB_GlI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ZQOCef_Q32c/s320/5x7_9-10-09_hippo_and_puppy-35-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tiny fuss is 14 weeks old, so we just had his pictures taken. He is adorable. So fun. And progressing perfectly! These pictures were taken by my fabulous sister.... you DO want her to take yours, believe me, kiddie kandids can't do this. Email her: &lt;a href="mailto:kaprirose@gmail.com"&gt;kaprirose@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; ($65 dollars if you book before Oct 1st) New Mommy's: newborn pictures are a MUST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693028407785746410-3353048694610127624?l=jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/feeds/3353048694610127624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693028407785746410&amp;postID=3353048694610127624' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/3353048694610127624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/3353048694610127624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/2009/09/3-months-and-charming.html' title='3 months and CHARMING!'/><author><name>Heidi Rose Woody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830318522955818374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SOlnaxm4RxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BRJ1A_RyeZQ/S220/DSCN0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/Sqpo0yHEs_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/aE9L1BRzvmM/s72-c/5x7__9-10-09_fo_schizzle,_bow_tie_blankie_and_j_clothes-2-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693028407785746410.post-4891914064660204829</id><published>2009-09-03T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T19:24:24.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SqB3bP0hspI/AAAAAAAAAHI/cL0q_bA5xR8/s1600-h/DSCN0873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377429265067389586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SqB3bP0hspI/AAAAAAAAAHI/cL0q_bA5xR8/s320/DSCN0873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is the eve of Tay-Bug 3 months bliss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is the first morning I woke up in my crib&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today Tay and mom cried together....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we met baby Charly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I held my head up, oh so proudly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is the day before tomorrow, which will hopefully be a new fresh day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693028407785746410-4891914064660204829?l=jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/feeds/4891914064660204829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693028407785746410&amp;postID=4891914064660204829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/4891914064660204829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/4891914064660204829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/2009/09/today.html' title='Today......'/><author><name>Heidi Rose Woody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830318522955818374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SOlnaxm4RxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BRJ1A_RyeZQ/S220/DSCN0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SqB3bP0hspI/AAAAAAAAAHI/cL0q_bA5xR8/s72-c/DSCN0873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693028407785746410.post-256221460343528856</id><published>2009-08-23T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T11:47:01.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that melt my heart....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SpGODVmKOqI/AAAAAAAAAHA/eoz9mMOTgsc/s1600-h/2009+233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373232018417662626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SpGODVmKOqI/AAAAAAAAAHA/eoz9mMOTgsc/s320/2009+233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are the best picture I could find of his "sunken eyebrows and melting into the sponge."---You'll read about these things:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The older my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tay&lt;/span&gt;-bug grows, the more I love him and melt. I am enjoying our little family melting together as we make changes and learn new trials. Today I think I finally moved over my "working hump." Motherhood doesn't exactly give you the daily reward of a job-well-done as working does, however, rarely does working place imprints on your heart. There are times when I helped someone accomplish a goal, learn a new skill or strategy, and that was rewarding and I still remember their face. Thoughts crossed my mind that there wasn't a better feeling. WRONG. Never did I think I would BEAM over a baby hanging over my shoulder. So I have finally faced the thought I have been TRYING to learn.... motherhood is a lifelong reward that someday will reap success. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thing that make me melt:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A baby who wakes in the night, I'm convinced, just so he can hold his mommy for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A baby snuggled in the moon of my tummy, with a daddy holding us both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greeting a smile when instantly noticed in a room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eyes following me while I leave the room with a brow of disappointment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleeping eyes on my chest in the bathtub.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sigh of exhaustion, with a head draping backwards. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;closeline&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One eye peeking, just to make sure I am STILL holding him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunken eyebrows with hands folded beneath the chin. I AM THINKING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grunting for business:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suck-sucking of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;binky&lt;/span&gt;, moaning, to concentrate sleepy time, or filling an empty tummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Coo's&lt;/span&gt; in the morning, evening, and afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sweet "lick-licking" of a baby who has found his mommy's shoulder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiny hands discovering puppy dogs, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fishies&lt;/span&gt;. BAT.BAT.BAT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drifting eyes while singing lullaby's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listening ears to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;goldie&lt;/span&gt;-locks and the three bears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A steady heartbeat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soft snoring and giggles from puppy-dog dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flailing arms approaching displeasure or excitement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinking into the sponge to get deeper into the water. Sunken Eyebrows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smiles. Giggles. Joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tay&lt;/span&gt; bug and your daddy too:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693028407785746410-256221460343528856?l=jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/feeds/256221460343528856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693028407785746410&amp;postID=256221460343528856' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/256221460343528856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/256221460343528856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-that-melt-my-heart.html' title='Things that melt my heart....'/><author><name>Heidi Rose Woody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830318522955818374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SOlnaxm4RxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BRJ1A_RyeZQ/S220/DSCN0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SpGODVmKOqI/AAAAAAAAAHA/eoz9mMOTgsc/s72-c/2009+233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693028407785746410.post-8200456985483963032</id><published>2009-08-14T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T15:16:49.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep deprived and counting.....</title><content type='html'>If and when you get your birth announcement, you will see the deprevation of a dumb mom named HEIDI! I said Taylor was 21 inches, mind you I made these late night when he was actually SLEEPING..... and he was 19 inches. Yes I had to check.... ARGGG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693028407785746410-8200456985483963032?l=jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/feeds/8200456985483963032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693028407785746410&amp;postID=8200456985483963032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/8200456985483963032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/8200456985483963032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/2009/08/sleep-deprived-and-counting.html' title='Sleep deprived and counting.....'/><author><name>Heidi Rose Woody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830318522955818374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SOlnaxm4RxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BRJ1A_RyeZQ/S220/DSCN0220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693028407785746410.post-2983753823860455796</id><published>2009-08-10T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T20:27:10.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Jolla</title><content type='html'>My Papa took his kids to La Jolla, CA for a week... how fun, huh?! My mom couldn't wait to lay in the sun, play in the waves, and come home "black" as she always used to say. RUDE AWAKENING of absolute sweetness. Me. My mom had the car packed brim to brim with all my THINGS. She was a nutcase a few days before we left.  I hung in my Bjorn all day with mom, rough life for me, now that's where I want to be at home. My mom enjoyed having an excuse to have me attached to her all day even though she couldn't do all the normal things with me. It was a vacation from regular life to enjoy me and my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laying in the grass with mommy and daddy. Cute little fuss fuss.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SoDj6hXQ15I/AAAAAAAAAG4/6SN18pKt4fY/s1600-h/aug+2009+la+jolla+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368541350353491858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SoDj6hXQ15I/AAAAAAAAAG4/6SN18pKt4fY/s320/aug+2009+la+jolla+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;San Diego Temple.... AMAZING!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SoDjufM_BXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/HW1AMWPc5lc/s1600-h/aug+2009+la+jolla+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368541143615079794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SoDjufM_BXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/HW1AMWPc5lc/s320/aug+2009+la+jolla+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SoDjdi_N37I/AAAAAAAAAGo/fLhxeq_gbNA/s1600-h/aug+2009+la+jolla+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turtle power in my swim suit, laying on the sand entertaining my mom and Aunt Shayla. STRETCH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SoDjMnMD0kI/AAAAAAAAAGg/R2n-7zoojXo/s1600-h/aug+2009+la+jolla+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368540561643131458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SoDjMnMD0kI/AAAAAAAAAGg/R2n-7zoojXo/s320/aug+2009+la+jolla+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My papa bought me a matching harley davidson shirt... to which my mom will NEVER let me ride one. My dad DISAGREE'S. I am catching my Papa's double chin:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SoDit1WE8HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/BXq9ck7BkvM/s1600-h/aug+2009+la+jolla+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368540032867299442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SoDit1WE8HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/BXq9ck7BkvM/s320/aug+2009+la+jolla+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I am with my parents before going to sea world.... I love the otters and SHAMU!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SoDib8q05jI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9iZNmtbMXp0/s1600-h/aug+2009+la+jolla+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368539725595731506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SoDib8q05jI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9iZNmtbMXp0/s320/aug+2009+la+jolla+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and my FAT cousin catching some zzz's. Love you chubby buppie.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SoDiKPc5XpI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XDL0HR4lK5E/s1600-h/aug+2009+la+jolla+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368539421399932562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SoDiKPc5XpI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XDL0HR4lK5E/s320/aug+2009+la+jolla+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is my PHAT Papa catching some rays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SoDh5KeXqmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/mSEoWK0k5x4/s1600-h/aug+2009+la+jolla+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368539128006158946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SoDh5KeXqmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/mSEoWK0k5x4/s320/aug+2009+la+jolla+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mommy took me to watch my dad surf, but only caught him teaching his nieces and nephews. He is the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SoDhksmIA2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Jceds7rQhnA/s1600-h/aug+2009+la+jolla+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368538776388240226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SoDhksmIA2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Jceds7rQhnA/s320/aug+2009+la+jolla+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693028407785746410-2983753823860455796?l=jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/feeds/2983753823860455796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693028407785746410&amp;postID=2983753823860455796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/2983753823860455796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/2983753823860455796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/2009/08/la-jolla.html' title='La Jolla'/><author><name>Heidi Rose Woody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830318522955818374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SOlnaxm4RxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BRJ1A_RyeZQ/S220/DSCN0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SoDj6hXQ15I/AAAAAAAAAG4/6SN18pKt4fY/s72-c/aug+2009+la+jolla+062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693028407785746410.post-8276591919730084489</id><published>2009-07-21T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T21:33:12.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Pains</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SmaWW3i94WI/AAAAAAAAAFw/q3YDzc6a8Sg/s1600-h/taylor5wk19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361137726043054434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SmaWW3i94WI/AAAAAAAAAFw/q3YDzc6a8Sg/s320/taylor5wk19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; PS--- in this pose I annally greeted my mom with poop catching...sick...welcome.to.mommy.world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SmaWQmfQupI/AAAAAAAAAFo/x-jTfDL3fdg/s1600-h/taylor5wk33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361137618384894610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SmaWQmfQupI/AAAAAAAAAFo/x-jTfDL3fdg/s320/taylor5wk33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SmaWFxhpOxI/AAAAAAAAAFg/X1N56Iqn5-k/s1600-h/taylor5wk15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361137432369117970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SmaWFxhpOxI/AAAAAAAAAFg/X1N56Iqn5-k/s320/taylor5wk15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SmaV-N42nBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rDiXGDCSYn4/s1600-h/taylor5wk10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361137302543703058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SmaV-N42nBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rDiXGDCSYn4/s320/taylor5wk10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SmaV3WlgpAI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/XluRyLtEfTg/s1600-h/taylor5wk6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361137184619406338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SmaV3WlgpAI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/XluRyLtEfTg/s320/taylor5wk6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SmaVwahbCzI/AAAAAAAAAFI/tK0PB_GJH0Q/s1600-h/Taylor5wk3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361137065416919858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SmaVwahbCzI/AAAAAAAAAFI/tK0PB_GJH0Q/s320/Taylor5wk3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom and I are experiencing growing pains lately. I weight 10 pounds now, so my mom's arm is getting very strong. Meanwhile my tummy is being fussy so I'm beginning to grow into formula. My mom and I are both sad during this transition but TUMMY aches suck! I love being home-- I already roll over, pull my mom's hair and earings, and "climb" up my daddy's chest. Bath time is my best hour and my black and white mirrors make me goo!! Right now my mom is trying to teach me to self soothe-- though I'm not sure it's worth it because she cries when I do. So she is blogging to keep her mind busy. Here are some of my 5 week pictures... I think I'm adorable:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693028407785746410-8276591919730084489?l=jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/feeds/8276591919730084489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693028407785746410&amp;postID=8276591919730084489' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/8276591919730084489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/8276591919730084489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/2009/07/growing-pains.html' title='Growing Pains'/><author><name>Heidi Rose Woody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830318522955818374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SOlnaxm4RxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BRJ1A_RyeZQ/S220/DSCN0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SmaWW3i94WI/AAAAAAAAAFw/q3YDzc6a8Sg/s72-c/taylor5wk19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693028407785746410.post-9166345309211927738</id><published>2009-07-08T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T07:49:31.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful for the gifts....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SlSxvVm164I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Hw5K6tR7Myg/s1600-h/taybug15_8_x_10-92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356101283662392194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SlSxvVm164I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Hw5K6tR7Myg/s320/taybug15_8_x_10-92.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SlSxrCUvq2I/AAAAAAAAAE4/1w_eIvfuxuw/s1600-h/taybug18_8_x_10-105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356101209766734690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SlSxrCUvq2I/AAAAAAAAAE4/1w_eIvfuxuw/s320/taybug18_8_x_10-105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SlSxlRVfRDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/LosJItTOukA/s1600-h/taybug11_4_x6-66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356101110717170738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SlSxlRVfRDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/LosJItTOukA/s320/taybug11_4_x6-66.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SlSxgAPshtI/AAAAAAAAAEo/213CTbevLXk/s1600-h/taybug6_5_x_7-37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356101020230125266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SlSxgAPshtI/AAAAAAAAAEo/213CTbevLXk/s320/taybug6_5_x_7-37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SlSxa2E9d6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/7MarpnHFnOo/s1600-h/taybug3_4_x_6-30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356100931601397666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SlSxa2E9d6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/7MarpnHFnOo/s320/taybug3_4_x_6-30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SlSxV1pkp0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/B8nSStp-Exc/s1600-h/taybug1_4x6-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356100845587179330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SlSxV1pkp0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/B8nSStp-Exc/s320/taybug1_4x6-8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There may be few times in our lives that we experience an event that opens our eyes to gratefulness and humility for our situation. Now that we are finally home, I see reasons for why we had to endure a month (exactly) in the hospital, and I can truely say I am grateful. Family bonds needed to be mended, opportunities to give service were desired, and spiritual preparedness was lacking... temporally we were all READY! Clothes, car seats, bouncers, swings, nursery... I had all of that covered, but I was not prepared to raise a child and so I was given the opportunity to be refined I believe:) And so we are grateful for many gifts;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having Taylor home---minus his sleepless nights!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The increased love in our marriage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Family ties renued&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prayers answered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fasting recognized-- he came home July 2nd, the day we fasted for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Service&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beautiful pictures from Aunt "Pree" (see below)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693028407785746410-9166345309211927738?l=jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/feeds/9166345309211927738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693028407785746410&amp;postID=9166345309211927738' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/9166345309211927738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/9166345309211927738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/2009/07/grateful-for-gifts.html' title='Grateful for the gifts....'/><author><name>Heidi Rose Woody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830318522955818374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SOlnaxm4RxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BRJ1A_RyeZQ/S220/DSCN0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SlSxvVm164I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Hw5K6tR7Myg/s72-c/taybug15_8_x_10-92.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693028407785746410.post-5901059019732582710</id><published>2009-06-29T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T19:46:33.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The little "fuss-fuss"</title><content type='html'>I am so sweet wrapped up like a burrito says my dad...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/Skl8a3RfAOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tNuD3M8xbKg/s1600-h/tay45_5_x7-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352946433062273250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/Skl8a3RfAOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tNuD3M8xbKg/s320/tay45_5_x7-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am the cutest baby... says my biased mom&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/Skl8MFSS_BI/AAAAAAAAAEI/GpEN7_RufHQ/s1600-h/tay43_12_x_12-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352946179125738514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/Skl8MFSS_BI/AAAAAAAAAEI/GpEN7_RufHQ/s320/tay43_12_x_12-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My tiny hand likes to hold everything, especially mom and dad's hands when I eat&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/Skl8AMS7huI/AAAAAAAAAEA/eXIsS8_O0BA/s1600-h/tay37_5_x_7-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352945974849013474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/Skl8AMS7huI/AAAAAAAAAEA/eXIsS8_O0BA/s320/tay37_5_x_7-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I just like to think...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/Skl7w4gTFaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/F58kFHv2NKs/s1600-h/tay19-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352945711838336418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/Skl7w4gTFaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/F58kFHv2NKs/s320/tay19-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think my dad taught me this because he does it to my mom when he is being silly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/Skl7i_qb1TI/AAAAAAAAADw/oNayLueUvpk/s1600-h/tay8-144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352945473241732402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/Skl7i_qb1TI/AAAAAAAAADw/oNayLueUvpk/s320/tay8-144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like to look up at the angels my mommy thinks&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/Skl7bZFRqmI/AAAAAAAAADo/3eOVrHpDORE/s1600-h/tay7-143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352945342626245218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/Skl7bZFRqmI/AAAAAAAAADo/3eOVrHpDORE/s320/tay7-143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not like the taste of this medicine.... hence I vetoed it with an SVT&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/Skl7OGPW28I/AAAAAAAAADg/q9w-RdeSxoU/s1600-h/tay1-127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352945114229955522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/Skl7OGPW28I/AAAAAAAAADg/q9w-RdeSxoU/s320/tay1-127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey it's me, Tay boy, fuss fuss, T---whatever they call me... Last night was the first night my mommy got to sleep by me. I wanted to give her the full enchilada, so I was a fuss pot from 2 to 5. I think she reconsidered getting angry at the nurses at the other hospital for not letting her sleep by me. I'm not sure why I was grumpy last night, I usually only cry when I want food, get an IV, or if the clumsy EKG specialist pinches my skin:( I had a photo shoot a couple weeks ago at my old crib, on the recliner from my aunt Pree. I really liked the furry backdrop she let me lay on. Thought I would share them with you as I approach my one month birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.-- I have been SVT free for 5 days and 7 hours...this is a record. My new doctor says if I behave on my new medicine I can go home Thursday- my one month birthday. But don't tell me this because I tend to revolt when they say I can go home... However, prayers to keep this date are much appreciated by my mommy and daddy. I am still a piglet, and I weight 8lbs 1 oz; my mom really considers starving me to keep me tiny, but then I FUSS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693028407785746410-5901059019732582710?l=jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/feeds/5901059019732582710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693028407785746410&amp;postID=5901059019732582710' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/5901059019732582710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/5901059019732582710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-fuss-fuss.html' title='The little &quot;fuss-fuss&quot;'/><author><name>Heidi Rose Woody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830318522955818374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SOlnaxm4RxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BRJ1A_RyeZQ/S220/DSCN0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/Skl8a3RfAOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tNuD3M8xbKg/s72-c/tay45_5_x7-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693028407785746410.post-8329964258638466109</id><published>2009-06-23T18:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T18:50:50.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A baby who rules the world...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SkGGOtdIYjI/AAAAAAAAADY/5sQaFoFTakQ/s1600-h/heidi+tay+-+2-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350705419570930226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SkGGOtdIYjI/AAAAAAAAADY/5sQaFoFTakQ/s320/heidi+tay+-+2-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SkGGLNkFHSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XbG2YIkWqck/s1600-h/heidi+tay+-+1-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350705359470533922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SkGGLNkFHSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XbG2YIkWqck/s320/heidi+tay+-+1-13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Baby Tay and his mom who hasn't done her makeup in 19 days, or dried her hair...needing to spend time on herself perhaps:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This much we have learned from baby Tay; he controls the universe! If he wants to eat he sucks on mom's neck or turns his head half way around with an open mouth. If he doesn't like his nurse, he poops on her. If he wants an IV out, he does so. If he doesn't like his medicine, he has an episode, therefore creating a challenge to find a new one. If he wants you to leave him alone, he grunts. If he doesn't want you to change his diaper, he lifts his bum up (yes he is that strong). If he wants kisses he makes "oooo" lips. If he doesn't want to leave the hospital, he has an episode.... and so this is the lovely waiting game we are playing. His dad says "clearly anything he does, he will do 100%." And so we are the lucky parents of a perfect baby who rules the world. Maybe we are blessed because all we can do is sit with him all day and watch him change. Maybe this will prepare us for more difficult times, and maybe this builds our love and appreciation for family and our heavenly father. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693028407785746410-8329964258638466109?l=jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/feeds/8329964258638466109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693028407785746410&amp;postID=8329964258638466109' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/8329964258638466109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/8329964258638466109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/2009/06/baby-who-rules-world.html' title='A baby who rules the world...'/><author><name>Heidi Rose Woody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830318522955818374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SOlnaxm4RxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BRJ1A_RyeZQ/S220/DSCN0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SkGGOtdIYjI/AAAAAAAAADY/5sQaFoFTakQ/s72-c/heidi+tay+-+2-7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693028407785746410.post-1820356087229456334</id><published>2009-06-17T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T08:50:06.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Healing Hands for Taylor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SjkQem4b2-I/AAAAAAAAADI/VIAxCw9h21s/s1600-h/hands+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SjkQem4b2-I/AAAAAAAAADI/VIAxCw9h21s/s320/hands+2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348324150498548706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SjkQa3lGMQI/AAAAAAAAADA/2W6iUoOa28w/s1600-h/hands.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SjkQa3lGMQI/AAAAAAAAADA/2W6iUoOa28w/s320/hands.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348324086261362946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:'Comic Sans';font-size:12px;"&gt;God, lay Thy&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;healing hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on these,&lt;br /&gt;Keep them in Thy care.&lt;br /&gt;Help us to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; them,&lt;br /&gt;When we kneel in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;Keep us ever grateful Lord,&lt;br /&gt;And when we are hard to please,&lt;br /&gt;Remind us that our Cross is light,&lt;br /&gt;Compared with such as these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693028407785746410-1820356087229456334?l=jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/feeds/1820356087229456334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693028407785746410&amp;postID=1820356087229456334' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/1820356087229456334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/1820356087229456334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/2009/06/healing-hands-for-taylor.html' title='Healing Hands for Taylor'/><author><name>Heidi Rose Woody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830318522955818374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SOlnaxm4RxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BRJ1A_RyeZQ/S220/DSCN0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SjkQem4b2-I/AAAAAAAAADI/VIAxCw9h21s/s72-c/hands+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693028407785746410.post-323564943279126723</id><published>2009-06-14T16:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:34:25.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The good things in life... BY TAYLOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SjWI8EtnQHI/AAAAAAAAAC4/s58e_RYiFck/s1600-h/Taylor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SjWI8EtnQHI/AAAAAAAAAC4/s58e_RYiFck/s320/Taylor.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347330698210918514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...my mom gave me my first "kewpie" hair-do because I got the IV out of my head. YAY! I actually enjoyed her combing my hair, I made "oooo" lips at her (so cute)! I am still in the hospital, but progressing:) I got taken off oxygen today, I'm glad those things don't poke me in the nose anymore! Right now I am writing you because I am getting a new IV and mom can't watch another traumatic event--- I let them know I am unhappy about these medical procedures quite vocally:) I really like my dad to give me sugar water and hold my head and tell me I'm a TOUGH GUY during these times. I eat like a PIGLET, and sometimes I don't like my nurses. I've only had one episode since monday morning because they were doing some beta tests. I hope to be in my BLACK and WHITE world soon, because that's all I see anyways. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tay-Tay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693028407785746410-323564943279126723?l=jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/feeds/323564943279126723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693028407785746410&amp;postID=323564943279126723' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/323564943279126723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/323564943279126723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-things-in-life-by-taylor.html' title='The good things in life... BY TAYLOR'/><author><name>Heidi Rose Woody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830318522955818374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SOlnaxm4RxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BRJ1A_RyeZQ/S220/DSCN0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SjWI8EtnQHI/AAAAAAAAAC4/s58e_RYiFck/s72-c/Taylor.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693028407785746410.post-3364896661695517365</id><published>2009-06-11T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T19:08:15.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful baby miracle....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SjG4T8scoqI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZQSWh7ypaGA/s1600-h/Taylor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SjG4T8scoqI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZQSWh7ypaGA/s320/Taylor.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346256885515068066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... here we are,day 7, at the NICU. My heart is heavy to even make this post because I am so grateful for this beautiful baby boy. He is a miracle, and daily I am reminded that we are lucky to have him. Our prayers were answered by many, even our sweet brother Drew, who woke up in the middle of the night (age 6) because he needed to pray for Taylor. We hold him now, feed him, and are getting to know his sweet personality. He is such a darling, handsome, sweet baby and our life is more full. As you may remember he was a surprise to us, so we know he needs to be here at this time, probably to shape his mom and dad:) Taylor's doctor began the 5 day countdown yesterday provided no "episodes" which are S.V.T. attacks when his heart rate spikes. He is taking his medicine orally now, so here the journey begins.... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693028407785746410-3364896661695517365?l=jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/feeds/3364896661695517365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693028407785746410&amp;postID=3364896661695517365' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/3364896661695517365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/3364896661695517365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/2009/06/beautiful-baby-miracle.html' title='Beautiful baby miracle....'/><author><name>Heidi Rose Woody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830318522955818374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SOlnaxm4RxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BRJ1A_RyeZQ/S220/DSCN0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SjG4T8scoqI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZQSWh7ypaGA/s72-c/Taylor.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693028407785746410.post-1195880026670364569</id><published>2009-06-05T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T09:21:22.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor Philip Woody</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/Sik9sZMNUjI/AAAAAAAAACY/CYIePgh0rhU/s1600-h/Taylor+head+shot+5+x+7-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343870265737433650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/Sik9sZMNUjI/AAAAAAAAACY/CYIePgh0rhU/s320/Taylor+head+shot+5+x+7-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SilFkIB2enI/AAAAAAAAACo/9XP0-O4ld1o/s1600-h/taylor+and+heidi+5+x+7-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343878919784659570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SilFkIB2enI/AAAAAAAAACo/9XP0-O4ld1o/s320/taylor+and+heidi+5+x+7-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SilFSkh5ZOI/AAAAAAAAACg/SNe4Sw9E8cg/s1600-h/taylor+and+family+5+x+7-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343878618197615842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SilFSkh5ZOI/AAAAAAAAACg/SNe4Sw9E8cg/s320/taylor+and+family+5+x+7-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/Sik9HvX6gwI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Ck-eUIZaSIk/s1600-h/taylor+and+jason+4+x+6-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343869636036952834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/Sik9HvX6gwI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Ck-eUIZaSIk/s320/taylor+and+jason+4+x+6-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's here! This is Kapri, Heidi's sister. Heidi had Baby Taylor at 7:08pm last night via emergency c-section. He weighed 6 lbs, 11 ounces and is soo beautiful! Little Tay has a high heart rate that they are working to stablize and transfered him to another hospital. Keep Heidi, Jason and Taylor in your prayers! We hope Heidi (and her now ridiculously flat stomach...hate her :))gets to hold him soon!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She got to see him for a minute when they had him all ready to go in the helicopter...see above pic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693028407785746410-1195880026670364569?l=jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/feeds/1195880026670364569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693028407785746410&amp;postID=1195880026670364569' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/1195880026670364569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/1195880026670364569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/2009/06/taylor-philip-woody.html' title='Taylor Philip Woody'/><author><name>Heidi Rose Woody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830318522955818374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SOlnaxm4RxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BRJ1A_RyeZQ/S220/DSCN0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/Sik9sZMNUjI/AAAAAAAAACY/CYIePgh0rhU/s72-c/Taylor+head+shot+5+x+7-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693028407785746410.post-6099204911596666234</id><published>2009-06-04T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T08:51:30.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner is ready.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ochef.com/images/turkey.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.ochef.com/images/turkey.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ....when the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; part of a thermometer on the Thanksgiving Turkey POPS out, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;dinner is served&lt;/span&gt;, or am I completely misinformed? This analogy is a comparison to my belly button which looks exactly like that pop-out, meaning.... &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;BABY IS READY&lt;/span&gt;! Can someone please tell my doctor this dinner analogy, or explain to my body that it's owner is about to burn. 16 day countdown.... maybe a christmas tradition needs to be added here with the festive comparisons... on the 16th day Pre-Taylor my &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;true love&lt;/span&gt; gave to me.....or I accomplished.... or I gave.... TO BE continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693028407785746410-6099204911596666234?l=jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/feeds/6099204911596666234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693028407785746410&amp;postID=6099204911596666234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/6099204911596666234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/6099204911596666234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/2009/06/dinner-is-ready.html' title='Dinner is ready.....'/><author><name>Heidi Rose Woody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830318522955818374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SOlnaxm4RxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BRJ1A_RyeZQ/S220/DSCN0220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693028407785746410.post-961368048355104931</id><published>2009-06-04T08:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T08:17:44.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The land of amazing women.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/Sifld10bn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/qpO5RYaptMg/s1600-h/Graduation+Granni+family-209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343491783724343282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/Sifld10bn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/qpO5RYaptMg/s320/Graduation+Granni+family-209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mother, leading the world one diploma at a time, earned her Master's Degree at a sophisticated age in May. She is an example to me of rigid perfection. As the day is hovering over me (literally can't see my knees) to become a mom, I aspire to be her. I have only positive memories of my childhood on how I was raised. Everything was set in goals with rewards at the end. My ability to self-motivate comes from those lovely charts of stars. I hope that my voice is sweet in Taylor's ears as hers is in mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, Kapri, has been my saving grace through this new stage of life. Daily I receive links of what to buy, or "oh how cute" items I NEVER would know to look for. She helped me make 12 burp rags in about an hour, and spent a few hours helping me get ready for Taylor last week. My resource to cures, and my shoulder for venting, I love her to pieces. Mind you she does all these for me while being SUPER mom to the Kewpie and Princess Scarlett Bandit. I only HOPE I have the energy to play with my kids as she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Jaimee, lives the life in the fast lane, yet catches every glimpse of a story. I will never know how she can experience minutes of an event and create a piece that seems as if she lived it. Talent. This year she was nominated for a Pulitzer and a Harvard scholarship. Both to which presented later opportunities for her I know she will obtain. She keeps me fashionable, informed, and satisfied as I live vicariously through her blog and stories. I await her perfect face to be in FAMOUS places. Love you Jaim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many others, who are not pictured; my niece Kaustin graduated from Jr. High. This was a big event she spent months planning for; nails, hair, speeches, dresses, and jewelry.... she was the picture of perfect. My favorite part of the ceremony was watching her dance with my brother in her sparkly silver dress---she is his PRINCESS. My sister-in-law Shayla conquers 6 kids everyday and is still chipper every time I call. I can only imagine her reward in heaven for the wars she halts. My Granna survived another hospital visit, hair and nails still perfect, she is the root of us all......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693028407785746410-961368048355104931?l=jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/feeds/961368048355104931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693028407785746410&amp;postID=961368048355104931' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/961368048355104931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/961368048355104931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/2009/06/land-of-amazing-women.html' title='The land of amazing women.....'/><author><name>Heidi Rose Woody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830318522955818374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SOlnaxm4RxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BRJ1A_RyeZQ/S220/DSCN0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/Sifld10bn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/qpO5RYaptMg/s72-c/Graduation+Granni+family-209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693028407785746410.post-8388331825767275180</id><published>2009-04-24T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T11:33:53.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excitement of the day.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bahamabucks.com/images/tradewinds/sugarcookie-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 494px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bahamabucks.com/images/tradewinds/sugarcookie-lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sugar cookie flavor.... delicious!!! I think??? I am currently googling the closest Bahama Bucks to my office....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693028407785746410-8388331825767275180?l=jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/feeds/8388331825767275180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693028407785746410&amp;postID=8388331825767275180' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/8388331825767275180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/8388331825767275180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/2009/04/excitement-of-day.html' title='Excitement of the day.....'/><author><name>Heidi Rose Woody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830318522955818374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SOlnaxm4RxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BRJ1A_RyeZQ/S220/DSCN0220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693028407785746410.post-8751448462630619713</id><published>2009-04-21T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T08:14:54.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life is SWEET....</title><content type='html'>and by sweet I mean the items entering my mouth (more frequently than not) and my memory. For instance EASTER--- this girl is not a fan of sweets other than ice cream, but somehow, I managed to average 3 reese's peanut butter eggs for a few days in a row. No need to remind everyone how to calculate an average. Waffles and SYRUP never tasted so good, a food I used to gag at the mention of pre- TAYLOR. Hubby is thrilled, his SUGAR tooth is being satisfied as I change my cravings. Speaking of Hubby, here is my SWEETEST moment ever... I wake in the middle of the night to a discomfort on my stomache ( like that never happens, lol) to find Jason's hand on my JELLO bowl. As soon as my eyes open he says " Do you know Taylor moves while you are sleeping and you don't even wake up?" Apparently he had been holding my tummy and feeling Taylor move for quite a while. My heart melted to know that my BOYS were bonding during my sleep. SWEET love, life, and BABY BOY TAYLOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is especially SWEET because I only have 7 more WEEKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693028407785746410-8751448462630619713?l=jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/feeds/8751448462630619713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693028407785746410&amp;postID=8751448462630619713' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/8751448462630619713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/8751448462630619713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-is-sweet.html' title='life is SWEET....'/><author><name>Heidi Rose Woody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830318522955818374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SOlnaxm4RxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BRJ1A_RyeZQ/S220/DSCN0220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693028407785746410.post-2902431353124174024</id><published>2009-03-03T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T05:21:04.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Birthday Wishes.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogcdn.com/www.styledash.com/media/2008/06/forever-21-textured-ribbon-headband-$2.80---copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" alt="" src="http://www.blogcdn.com/www.styledash.com/media/2008/06/forever-21-textured-ribbon-headband-$2.80---copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jumbocandy.com/productImages_std/P3132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://www.jumbocandy.com/productImages_std/P3132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.6ave.com/assets/product/images250/24294D8BE2AF4100974E9E078C721AF5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://www.6ave.com/assets/product/images250/24294D8BE2AF4100974E9E078C721AF5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; .... after a not so perfect day at work on my birthday ( I think it should be a LAW that you have your birthday off for this very reason) I came home to my favorite dinner from Olive Garden to enjoy at home with HUBBY! That man sure knows the way to a prego's heart:) Then he brought out my black and white wrapped "stack" of gifts... he know's his ROSE girl's OCD wrapping fedish quite well! His card was the sweetest best part of my birthday, although my eyes LIT UP when I saw two packages of the brand new skittles I have been dieing to try for weeks! I then opened my gifts of this camera (very excited to be able to video the peanut) a case for the camera and a headband I walked around with on my head for 20 minutes at Forever 21. Who says hints can't be given to them for gift idea's is wrong. Thank you for the perfect birthday babe, you are so sweet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693028407785746410-2902431353124174024?l=jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/feeds/2902431353124174024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693028407785746410&amp;postID=2902431353124174024' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/2902431353124174024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/2902431353124174024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/2009/03/perfect-birthday-wishes.html' title='Perfect Birthday Wishes.....'/><author><name>Heidi Rose Woody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830318522955818374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SOlnaxm4RxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BRJ1A_RyeZQ/S220/DSCN0220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693028407785746410.post-4203989264065374570</id><published>2009-02-19T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T09:04:36.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga Laughter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Wb9N8aWbEs/RzaNAIkUhiI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/QMYJlmV8iHA/s320/Happy+Baby+Pose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Wb9N8aWbEs/RzaNAIkUhiI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/QMYJlmV8iHA/s320/Happy%2BBaby%2BPose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn-viper.demandvideo.com/media/F588AB81-8F09-4919-80E3-98DBB546E5D0/jpeg/C4E9BC06-F593-40E8-AE88-FA7D0C91E644_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 593px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 913px" alt="" src="http://cdn-viper.demandvideo.com/media/F588AB81-8F09-4919-80E3-98DBB546E5D0/jpeg/C4E9BC06-F593-40E8-AE88-FA7D0C91E644_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some friends and I attend "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Prego&lt;/span&gt; Yoga" once a week... this is half an excuse to see one another and half to help keep in shape with this rapidly changing body of mine:) Anyways, yesterday our instructor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;precedes&lt;/span&gt; to tell us to get into HAPPY BABY POSE... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Charde&lt;/span&gt;' and I looked at one another in confusion.... The instructor demonstrates.... silent laughter and scrunched faces appear immediately from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Charde&lt;/span&gt;' and I! Oh how it hurt not to laugh out loud... anyways, here is the Happy Baby Pose, and an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;actual&lt;/span&gt; baby doing the pose. Oh the silliness of yoga!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693028407785746410-4203989264065374570?l=jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/feeds/4203989264065374570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693028407785746410&amp;postID=4203989264065374570' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/4203989264065374570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/4203989264065374570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/2009/02/yoga-laughter.html' title='Yoga Laughter!'/><author><name>Heidi Rose Woody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830318522955818374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SOlnaxm4RxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BRJ1A_RyeZQ/S220/DSCN0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Wb9N8aWbEs/RzaNAIkUhiI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/QMYJlmV8iHA/s72-c/Happy%2BBaby%2BPose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693028407785746410.post-1730231208494661610</id><published>2009-02-10T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T06:44:13.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwanted phone calls....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dailymobile.se/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/ar116377808361097-330x330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px" alt="" src="http://dailymobile.se/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/ar116377808361097-330x330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are just some phone calls you don't want to get.... Yesterday hubby called me on my way home from work, told me how his day was, and very calmly said..... " and I need to go somewhere and get some stitches." There wasn't a hint of urgency in his voice... how can men be so calm about these things? I would be crying and probably say I needed an ambulance! He cut his hand on metal (badly) and we ended up in the urgent care. Jason was very calm through the whole process, meanwhile it was all I could do to even be in the same room as him! I can only imagine how he is going to feel when he has to watch me have the baby... this is one of the FEW times I didn't wish he had to be pregnant...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693028407785746410-1730231208494661610?l=jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/feeds/1730231208494661610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693028407785746410&amp;postID=1730231208494661610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/1730231208494661610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/1730231208494661610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/2009/02/unwanted-phone-calls.html' title='Unwanted phone calls....'/><author><name>Heidi Rose Woody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830318522955818374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SOlnaxm4RxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BRJ1A_RyeZQ/S220/DSCN0220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693028407785746410.post-4674336237438896693</id><published>2009-02-03T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T05:40:32.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hubby-ism's</title><content type='html'>It goes without saying that my hubby is the sweetest man alive.... and lately I cannot help but LAUGH at some of the silly things he does...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning I come into the kitchen to find him with this set up: a cookie sheet, a cup, a spaghetti strainer, and a small sauce pot. One can only imagine what he is trying to do... then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ofcourse&lt;/span&gt; I see lemons... I ask honey, what are you doing? Making lemonade with our lemons babe! Why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ofcourse&lt;/span&gt; that is what he is doing with all those tools.... he proceeds to squeeze the lemons into a cup, puts the strainer over the pot, and pours the juice through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;spaghetti&lt;/span&gt; strainer, and then puts the juice back into his cup.... it made for some SOUR lemonade:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday evening Jason is beyond frustrated because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; baby Taylor (it's a boy) kicks and I put his hand on my tummy the baby stops kicking... Jason in utter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;desperation&lt;/span&gt; proceeds to pull my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;stomach&lt;/span&gt; to the side and instantly Taylor kicks his dad's hand very hard! I can only imagine my life for the next few years as the two will tease and wrestle with one another.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693028407785746410-4674336237438896693?l=jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/feeds/4674336237438896693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693028407785746410&amp;postID=4674336237438896693' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/4674336237438896693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/4674336237438896693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/2009/02/hubby-isms.html' title='Hubby-ism&apos;s'/><author><name>Heidi Rose Woody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830318522955818374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SOlnaxm4RxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BRJ1A_RyeZQ/S220/DSCN0220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693028407785746410.post-652747083009305569</id><published>2008-12-10T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:38:29.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind on my blogging, my christmas, and jogging....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;barfing&lt;/strong&gt;, nausea, and fatigue all became worth it.... Baby Peanut is 12 weeks and 4 days old, happy as a clown &lt;strong&gt;bouncing&lt;/strong&gt; on mom's trampoline (apparently)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3597c2c367ef9cb4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3597c2c367ef9cb4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329931462%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D17FCD7EF0BBD8A60D4ED870AAD5933B6444DB2FD.508AB4EC95E19FA89E256ADF328BD4E95DF682CD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3597c2c367ef9cb4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGiZ2QKlDJJ5EXgR3cvWSqhi_9n0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3597c2c367ef9cb4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329931462%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D17FCD7EF0BBD8A60D4ED870AAD5933B6444DB2FD.508AB4EC95E19FA89E256ADF328BD4E95DF682CD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3597c2c367ef9cb4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGiZ2QKlDJJ5EXgR3cvWSqhi_9n0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is why the name until further notice is peanut... so cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/ST_hMmh7byI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fhsZIhEEKLE/s1600-h/BABY_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278184894919044898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/ST_hMmh7byI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fhsZIhEEKLE/s320/BABY_4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693028407785746410-652747083009305569?l=jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/feeds/652747083009305569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693028407785746410&amp;postID=652747083009305569' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/652747083009305569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/652747083009305569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/2008/12/behind-on-my-blogging-my-christmas-and.html' title='Behind on my blogging, my christmas, and jogging....'/><author><name>Heidi Rose Woody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830318522955818374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SOlnaxm4RxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BRJ1A_RyeZQ/S220/DSCN0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/ST_hMmh7byI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fhsZIhEEKLE/s72-c/BABY_4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693028407785746410.post-6290837455094535178</id><published>2008-10-14T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T07:13:15.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucy... you've got some splaining to do!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SPSo9JICPAI/AAAAAAAAABs/WXtcqY6G4g4/s1600-h/ROB_3222[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257012433423318018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SPSo9JICPAI/AAAAAAAAABs/WXtcqY6G4g4/s320/ROB_3222%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is our picture from Halloween... the flash kind of destroyed the dress, but oh well! We had a fun filled night of witches fingers and scabs for dinner.... gross! It was extremely fun to watch the kiddos enjoy Granni's witches brew.... Yay for Halloween! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693028407785746410-6290837455094535178?l=jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/feeds/6290837455094535178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693028407785746410&amp;postID=6290837455094535178' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/6290837455094535178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/6290837455094535178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/2008/10/lucy-youve-got-some-splaining-to-do.html' title='Lucy... you&apos;ve got some splaining to do!!'/><author><name>Heidi Rose Woody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830318522955818374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SOlnaxm4RxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BRJ1A_RyeZQ/S220/DSCN0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SPSo9JICPAI/AAAAAAAAABs/WXtcqY6G4g4/s72-c/ROB_3222%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693028407785746410.post-2451184732361648615</id><published>2008-10-11T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T10:09:05.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision official.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.virginholidayscruises.com/a/i/ships/carnival/carnival-sensation-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.virginholidayscruises.com/a/i/ships/carnival/carnival-sensation-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;after juggling one year ideas, Cara helped me feel solid about taking a cruise. We have had numerous conversations, and I feel much more comfortable knowing that it was a good experience for them! However, much as I love kiddos I hope I don't have the amazing suprise they had on their cruise.... I can't wait for BABY HILL! We leave in November for our cruise, and I cannot wait! Currently we are planning to be Lucy and Ricky for halloween... however, I'm not sure my 40's dress will cut it... bare with me, while pictures will be posted from this Saturday's party sometime.... hopefully this year....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693028407785746410-2451184732361648615?l=jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/feeds/2451184732361648615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693028407785746410&amp;postID=2451184732361648615' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/2451184732361648615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/2451184732361648615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/2008/10/decision-official.html' title='Decision official.....'/><author><name>Heidi Rose Woody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830318522955818374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SOlnaxm4RxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BRJ1A_RyeZQ/S220/DSCN0220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693028407785746410.post-7377478111152232751</id><published>2008-10-05T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T18:32:50.403-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='October 2008'/><title type='text'>Fall is here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SOlqmue0amI/AAAAAAAAABY/rmUsvv_fJNc/s1600-h/10-12-2007-135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253847653849262690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SOlqmue0amI/AAAAAAAAABY/rmUsvv_fJNc/s320/10-12-2007-135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SOlqS24kmmI/AAAAAAAAABQ/CYbSZbskcdQ/s1600-h/Heidi+and+Jason+Woody.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SOlqGooh0ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/M_RBcQJsRao/s1600-h/10-12-2007-136.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We woke up this morning with a burst of energy to go for a walk... it must have been the excitement for not having to teach nursery?? To our thrill....cold air!! Yay, fall is here... So what do I immediately do?? Bake pumpkin muffins in the shape of pumpkins. I have been waiting all year for fall to finally arrive so I could use my pumpkin shaped muffin pan. Jason had 3.... which is normal, he eats about 5 desserts a day! And I just watched him enjoy, because the fun part is making them! While preparing for the seaons we are brainstorming ideas for Halloween... I am having trouble coming up with anything cuter than last years TOY STORY: Jessie and Woody.. how perfect? We have talked about Republican running mates... anyone think Jason can pull off a McCain look??? Our first Halloween party is next weekend so we'll see what happens... Here is a picture of us last year. P.S.- this picture won Jason and I front row Toby Keith tickets and back stage passes a few months ago:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693028407785746410-7377478111152232751?l=jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/feeds/7377478111152232751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693028407785746410&amp;postID=7377478111152232751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/7377478111152232751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/7377478111152232751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-is-here.html' title='Fall is here...'/><author><name>Heidi Rose Woody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830318522955818374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SOlnaxm4RxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BRJ1A_RyeZQ/S220/DSCN0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SOlqmue0amI/AAAAAAAAABY/rmUsvv_fJNc/s72-c/10-12-2007-135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693028407785746410.post-7267043619269377221</id><published>2008-10-03T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T17:10:53.914-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life or something like it'/><title type='text'>Hop on the blogger train Heidi...</title><content type='html'>is all I've been hearing everywhere! So this is just a quick update on the past couple months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim McGraw and Toby Keith&lt;br /&gt;Trip to Hunington Beach&lt;br /&gt;Bought a new car-- we call her the microwave, can you guess?&lt;br /&gt;Jason's brother comes home from Argentina!&lt;br /&gt;Heidi and Jason have a new niece named Scarlett.. adorable!&lt;br /&gt;Painting pumpkins and dreaming of FALL!&lt;br /&gt;Jason goes to ER&lt;br /&gt;Heidi goes to ER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason and Heidi are happy to be home together and working towards good health! We are very excited as our one year anniversary gets closer! We are debating a cruise (I'm crossing my fingers) or going to a cabin in Utah-- which could be relaxing and romantic:) Jason just joined a softball league...his first game is tonight and I'm thrilled to see his sports excitement come from somewhere other than....college football games 24/7! Oh how we love football in our home... doesn't matter WHO is playing... we just HAVE to watch. Jason is busy with work, school, basketball, and softball and I somehow find the words that best describe me lately are: shoes, jewelry, hats.... by this I mean I feel like I put them away ALL day long! Ha ha- house wife, work, and school sure keeps the baby hunger away! P.S.- blogger won't let me upload pictures today so... hopefully I can do some soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693028407785746410-7267043619269377221?l=jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/feeds/7267043619269377221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693028407785746410&amp;postID=7267043619269377221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/7267043619269377221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/7267043619269377221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/2008/10/hop-on-blogger-train-heidi.html' title='Hop on the blogger train Heidi...'/><author><name>Heidi Rose Woody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830318522955818374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SOlnaxm4RxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BRJ1A_RyeZQ/S220/DSCN0220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693028407785746410.post-6786533072391657534</id><published>2007-12-14T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T09:09:25.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The bride sucks at follow-up of a wonderful day!</title><content type='html'>Yes I am lame, but for time sake... to see wedding pictures go to our website!!! &lt;a href="http://www.onefinedayphotography.com/proofsets/rose"&gt;www.onefinedayphotography.com/proofsets/rose&lt;/a&gt;.  I promise after Jason's birthday and christmas I'll be on top of it! Merry Christmas everyone:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693028407785746410-6786533072391657534?l=jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/feeds/6786533072391657534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693028407785746410&amp;postID=6786533072391657534' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/6786533072391657534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/6786533072391657534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/2007/12/bride-sucks-at-follow-up-of-wonderful.html' title='The bride sucks at follow-up of a wonderful day!'/><author><name>Heidi Rose Woody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830318522955818374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SOlnaxm4RxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BRJ1A_RyeZQ/S220/DSCN0220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693028407785746410.post-4775541550960171779</id><published>2007-10-03T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T11:41:30.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap of Last Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/RwPhj33BwjI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TRuhqnXp6DA/s1600-h/Halloween+2006+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117181608029438514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/RwPhj33BwjI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TRuhqnXp6DA/s200/Halloween+2006+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's amazing to think that this time last year I flew in from Myrtle Beach, SC for my family's to-di&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e-for Halloween party!(  Everyone should have this tradition:))  I'm laughing now, not so much then, if you were to zoom in on my lip, I look like Mario.  Yes, I was dumb enough to let my friend experiment with waxing hours before my flight home.  None the less, the devil goes woody... the future Mr and I have hilarious costumes to honor the wonderful last name... pictures to come after next Mondays Rose annual Halloween party... The Kewpie is going to be a Lion!! I cannot wait. 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I think she put a little hop in my step about getting married because she was so happy on her special day!! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/RutSLuP5DzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Nb1Xn9AiAFQ/s1600-h/Heidi+Jenna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110268563528683314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/RutSLuP5DzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Nb1Xn9AiAFQ/s200/Heidi+Jenna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693028407785746410-7231732463228439387?l=jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/feeds/7231732463228439387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693028407785746410&amp;postID=7231732463228439387' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/7231732463228439387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/7231732463228439387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/2007/09/following-jenna.html' title='Following Jenna...'/><author><name>Heidi Rose Woody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830318522955818374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SOlnaxm4RxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BRJ1A_RyeZQ/S220/DSCN0220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/RutSLuP5DzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Nb1Xn9AiAFQ/s72-c/Heidi+Jenna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693028407785746410.post-7331484097856306729</id><published>2007-09-14T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T19:48:01.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;First time blogger, first time engaged, the first picture is yet to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693028407785746410-7331484097856306729?l=jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/feeds/7331484097856306729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693028407785746410&amp;postID=7331484097856306729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/7331484097856306729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693028407785746410/posts/default/7331484097856306729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlovesheidi.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>Heidi Rose Woody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830318522955818374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV8CPz_ikzY/SOlnaxm4RxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BRJ1A_RyeZQ/S220/DSCN0220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
